When you yield to be
my subject, I will go beyond
the moon to propose.
A rendezvous in
the lost Eden of ecstasy
to retrieve footprints.
On the muds of time,
who knows whom we will meet
in the jungle of rains.
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Author:
satishverma (
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Comments1
'to retrieve footprints'
what a wonderful poem of longing
thank you! Guru
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